Poetography

By Similarinterest

Two Cat.

This is my newly dyed (again) hair, Red, for Robin! :P and my cat sage with me. We both have whiskers.

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Dig around, under my skin.
Root of the pain is a subtle mark.
beneath is is brutal and bruised,
I dance around the subject.

What is that, it spurs in my mind,
taking turns, drawing circles,
sounds of sirens blare from inside my ears
scalpel cuts danger into my heart.

Where will I go? What is it, what is it.
I never thought death would come soon.
I don't know. I don't know.

Breathe, fucking breathe. It's nothing, you know.
Calm, calm your girl. I'm a fighter, you know.
brush my hair from my eyes and smile out front
If I can live for this year, I will live forever.

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